Gemotions

The old, dusty map lay spread out on the table, a tangible link to his passion for history and exploration. His son, ten-year-old Sam, was tracing the routes of ancient explorers with a pencil, his eyes alight with excitement.

He found himself standing beside Sam, staring at the map. The room was quiet. A sense of wonder bloomed in his chest. He could not stop staring at his son's dedication.

"Dad," Sam asked, his voice hushed, "do you think we can find the lost city?" He could only smile and place a hand on his son's shoulder. “Maybe,” he replied, “maybe we can.”